The strongest starting system

Chapter 918
Zhao Wushuang immediately called up the system panel, and then locked his eyes on the "Seven Demonic Sutras".

The Seven-Nian Magic Sutra was an eighth-grade exercise he had obtained before, but there was no room for it to be used, so it was thrown in the warehouse.

Just took it out this time.

The light group that emerged from the law of darkness was resting in Zhao Wushuang's dantian at this time, silently absorbing the power of the stars and sea.

He received Zhao Wushuang's order and wanted to rush out again, but Zhao Wushuang only borrowed some of the strength in his body.

The black light group gradually transformed into the appearance of a magic lotus.

A petal is wrapped in black light and emerges vividly.

The black magic lotus circled a few times in the sea of ​​stars and strongly expressed the desire to come out, but was rejected by Zhao Wushuang again.

The petal was exposed to the air, and in just a split second, the entire space of the hall was filled with a breath of death, which was extremely strong.

Even the two skeleton saints who were struggling violently stopped for a moment.

Ling Qingjue and Xu Guanghan were also shocked, Qiqi turned to look at Zhao Wushuang.

"This... this is the smell of a demon."

Xu Guanghan murmured.

Ling Qingjue's eyes gradually became darker. In her eyes, Zhao Wushuang's back was shrouded in darkness. Light and darkness alternated constantly, making his figure extremely blurry.

She withdrew her mind and concentrated on controlling the treasure.

She had a faint intuition in her heart, she believed that Zhao Wushuang would not do anything against them.

"Control them first, and leave the matter over there to Wu Shuang."

Ling Qingjue said in a deep voice.

Xu Guanghan looked surprised, but he still nodded.

……

The text messages all over the sky exploded in Zhao Wushuang's mind, forming a series of coordinated moves.

The Seven-Nian Demon Sutra was originally an evil kung fu left by the ancient demons. It is divided into seven chapters: Greed, Anger, Ignorance, Sex, Anger, Sadness, and Delusion.

These seven kinds of thoughts represent the seven negative desires of human beings. If you release the corresponding chapters on the corresponding people, then the pair will fall into the trap carefully designed by the magic scriptures and cannot extricate themselves.

When the Seven-Nian Demon Sutra was rampant on the mainland, it was resisted by many people, because the devil who manipulated the exercises had the power to see through people's hearts, and no one dared to meet his eyes.

It wasn't until later that a more powerful saint appeared and the devil was subdued.

Even so, people are very afraid of the Seven-Nian Demon Sutra.

The Qinian Mojing in Zhao Wu's hands is ranked eighth, and he can only use the first three chapters of greed, hatred and ignorance.

In the space in front of Zhao Wushuang, a whiteboard as smooth as a mirror gradually emerged, and a black silk mist as small as a snake slowly drilled out along his arm, and all gathered in his hand, turning into a pen.

When Zhao Wushuang opened his eyes, he raised his arms and wrote a word on the whiteboard stroke by stroke.

greedy.

When the pen and ink finally fell down, Zhao Wushuang gently spit out the pronunciation of the word.

The word "greedy" seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and it squirmed a few times on the whiteboard like a bug, and then slowly flew towards Xiaomei.

Facing the attack without any deterrent force, Xiaomei's hands trembled for the first time, and a trace of panic appeared in her black eyes.

She seemed to be caught in some kind of struggle, and her body became very stiff.

There was a slowly beating black flame deep in Xiaomei's body, but at this moment, the flame also felt a huge crisis and became restless.

At the same time, Zhao Wushuang outside wrote the second word.

angry.

As soon as this word came out, it was like a giant hammer hitting Xiaomei's head fiercely.

Xiaomei looked up to the sky and yelled, her voice was shrill.

The two skeleton men trapped in the formation also fell to their knees, the green will-o'-the-wisps in their eyes flickering.

Xu Guanghan and Ling Qingjue quickly turned their heads to check Zhao Wushuang's situation.

Zhao Wushuang's opposite Xiaomei's vicious gaze fixed on him fiercely, and the spikes on her fingers grew to the longest, and she swooped towards Zhao Wushuang.

"Hide!"

Seeing Zhao Wushuang standing still with his eyes closed, Xu Guanghan hurriedly reminded him.

Zhao Wushuang was like an old monk in meditation, standing still on the spot.

When the two pairs of black and sharp claws were less than half an inch away from his chest, the black mist surrounding him automatically formed a word.

Crazy.

Xiaomei's sharp claws collided with the word "idiot", and then everything disappeared in an instant. Xiaomei's eyes, which were originally like ghosts, gradually lost their luster, and her arms drooped feebly.

When she was about to fall forward, Zhao Wushuang gently supported her body.

In Xiaomei's body, there is a word "crazy" in the center of her dantian, maintaining Xiaomei's last vitality.

And the previous group of black flames has been swallowed.

At the same moment as the black flames dissipated, deep underground, in the stone wall space where green ghost fires danced, the burly man with long hair suddenly opened his eyes.

"The real fire I planted in that female disciple's body...was wiped out."

The man spoke slowly.

The place where he was was was empty and dark, and there were several cages on both sides. Because the light was too dark, he could only see chains extending from the outside of the cages, and he didn't know what was locked.

At the end of the straight road, there is a tall stone chair, and a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes are slowly lifted up.

"Oh? Someone can find this place."

She stood up slowly and picked up the crutches beside her.

This person is obviously the highest authority in Qinglian Holy Land, the Great Elder.

Sitting cross-legged beside the main hall is the third elder, Black Dragon.

Two high-ranking figures in the Holy Land unexpectedly appeared under this deep and dark underground at the same time. If this matter is known to outsiders, they will probably have great doubts in their hearts.

Leaning on crutches, the Great Elder walked down the steps slowly, and at this moment a voice wafted from a dark cage.

"Jin Zhichen... What exactly do you want to do?"

There was doubt in that voice, there was fatigue, and more depression and confusion.

The Great Elder stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look.

"Why, do you really want to know the answer?" She asked with a smile.

"Qinglian Holy Land treats you well, why did you set up this trap? As the Holy Master, I naturally have to ask clearly."

"Holy Lord?"

There was a slight smile on the corner of the elder's mouth. "In my opinion, you are not worthy of the title of Holy Master."

There was a low gasp from the man in the iron cage, he seemed to be clenching his teeth, and the explosion rattled.

"What are you going to do? Trapped us here, don't you have a clear conscience?"

The man almost yelled this sentence through gritted teeth.

The Great Elder smiled and shook his head: "Do you really want to know the answer?"

The man fell silent.

The black dragon leaning on a stone pillar looked over from time to time, and he was also very curious about the purpose of everything the Great Elder did.

"Okay. Then I won't tell you."

The Great Elder's mouth split open when she was speaking, and at this moment, a sudden change occurred. The flesh at the corner of her mouth split rapidly, forming bloodstains.

(End of this chapter)